In Camp with L Company, Second Regiment New Jersey Volunteer Infantry — A Reader’s Guide

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Corporal George W. Petty's firsthand account of L Company, Second New Jersey Volunteer Infantry during the Spanish-American War, blending camp routines, rifle competitions, and a vivid tour of St. Augustine's historic sites.
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This was extremely trying to us, but amid an outburst of cheers we boarded it bound for camp, and now our spirits rose, for we were off, and instead of looking behind it was forward, and we determined then and there to make the best of everything as we found it, and that duty in its plainest, boldest light lay before us, and now was the time to begin. Our officers and non-coms were hurrying through the cars, making up lists, detailing guards, making assignments. Every engine we passed saluted us with deafening screeches; factory, street and doorway contributed their share of waving handkerchiefs and cheering crowds, the streets of Newark near the station were packed with people, and so the patriotism followed us all the way to Sea Girt, which was reached at four in the evening.

Immediately disembarking, we formed rapidly and marched to the camp grounds, passing in review before the Governor. This was my first view of the War Man of our State. Standing upon a horse block in front of the White House with uncovered head and a sober, serious countenance, Governor Voorhees impressed me with the belief that he, at least, felt the full responsibility of his position. Well and nobly did he fill it. From Trenton he brought his headquarters to Sea Girt and there he stayed until he saw the last regiment depart for the south, having ceaselessly urged forward equipments, personally looked after the comfort of the men, taken a deep and thoughtful interest in all our surroundings, and finally bid us Godspeed upon our journey, a loyal, devout patriot.

As we marched to our streets ominous mutterings and black storm clouds in the west warned us to get sheltered as quickly as possible; and at the word, ranks were broken and a wild scramble for tents began; but we were soon roused out again to get sacks of straw to sleep upon. This news was comforting, for the fresh green sod, still moist from recent rains, was anything but inviting. The sacks were intended for two battalions. Our battalion was to have had cots. There was considerable confusion and orders got mixed, so we sailed in with the other fellows to get sacks. These were stored at the rear of the mess houses about 200 yards back of the camp. Eight hundred men got the order at the same time and all made a dash for the pile. The sacks were about seven feet long and it was a most ludicrous spectacle to see the men dragging these clumsy things after them. The field seemed alive with great brown ants crawling after each man. The boys enjoyed the fun greatly. Guards were being posted and we soon made ready for the night. While the blankets were being issued it commenced to rain; and after eating the last crust of bread we had brought from home, we turned in and slept soundly.

Tuesday we received cots, while those tents which could boast of floors were given the sacks.

The rations or "grub" served the first day consisted of a small piece of steak and a whole loaf of bread. The bread broken in half with the meat between would make a home made sandwich that could be eaten on the installment plan. The loaf was our allowance of bread for the day. Coffee of rather doubtful quality was served, also one whole boiled potato, and some of them appeared to have grown for a couple of years. This breakfast was duplicated every day during the week. At dinner the meat ration was varied by bacon, liver or fish.

Mustering officers and surgeons were very busy all the time, and companies of the First and Third were constantly passing our tents, to and from the mustering field. Orders were received to hurry up the mustering of the Second Regiment. Rumor had it that we were to go to Washington in a few days, the Third to stay and the First to go to Chickamauga Park to act with the Regulars in the contemplated invasion of Cuba. During the week the showers and wet fields kept us continually indoors and the first Sunday in camp it rained a flood. The streets were turned into quagmires and every now and then the slip-slop of some soldier passing the tent made the situation all the more gloomy.

Detailed news of Commodore Dewey's victory in Manila harbor reached us Sunday morning. The completeness of it, with such slight injury to ourselves, was pronounced as marvelous and cheering broke through the sodden air, stirring the dripping camp to life and action.

Corporal George W. Petty opens his narrative not with a declaration of war but with the quiet mechanics of peacetime soldiering: Company L was mustered into state service on June 22, 1893, and the first pages read like a regimental scorecard. Petty records annual rifle standings—sixth, fourth, second—and notes a silver loving cup donated by Lieutenant Brunner for squad matches. The armory, built in 1896–97, cost about $20,000 and included a stage and living quarters. This meticulous cataloging of marksmanship percentages and drill schedules establishes a voice that values precision and pride in unit performance, long before any mention of mobilization.

From State Records to War Footing

The transition from state militia to federal service is marked by a shift in Petty's prose. Early chapters dwell on inspection scores and range conditions—"our discipline was excellent and our annual inspection invariably showed 100 per cent"—but as the muttering of war begins, the language quickens. Petty notes that during the winter of 1897–98, particular attention was given to drills in extended order, and when spring opened, the pace of the narrative accelerates. The author does not dwell on political causes; instead, he records the practical adjustments: new equipment, changed schedules, and the quiet tension of men waiting. The reader senses that the same eye that tracked sharpshooter counts now watches for signs of departure.

St. Augustine: A Soldier's Sightseeing

Once in Florida, Petty's narrative voice shifts again, adopting the tone of a curious tourist. He describes the Plaza where Menendez landed in 1565, the old Cathedral with chimes dated 1682, and the coquina walls of the fort. His observations are concrete: "fine bread, green corn, roast lamb and golden butter, and to crown all, a heaping saucer of ice cream, and all for 25 cents." He notes the slave market platform, the Dade massacre monuments, and Osceola's capture. The prose becomes a catalog of sights—banana trees, date palms, oleanders—but always with a soldier's eye for detail. The ordnance sergeant's gaze at the fort reminds the reader that this is still a military man on duty.

Pace and the Unfinished Journey

The excerpts available end abruptly, leaving the narrative suspended in St. Augustine. Petty's structure so far alternates between methodical record-keeping and descriptive travelogue. The rifle-match statistics and armory costs belong to a peacetime world; the later passages, with their Spanish moss and coquina forts, suggest a widening horizon. Yet the author never explains how the company reached Florida or what campaigns followed. This gap is significant: the reader must infer that the war itself—the "little world of warfare" promised in the opening epigraph—remains largely outside these pages. Petty's voice, precise in the armory and vivid in the plaza, leaves the actual combat unwritten.

Petty's account is best read as a fragment of a soldier's experience, focused on the before and the between rather than the battle. The reader should attend to the shifts in register—from statistical pride to tourist wonder—as clues to how the author understood his service. The missing war is a silence worth noticing.

I kept thinking about how the camp felt like home to those men, the small routines and rifle scores carrying real weight. Petty’s tour of St. Augustine stayed with me oddly long. It reminded me of another quiet voice, one who wrote down seventeen years of service the same unhurried way. The Military Sketch-Book, Vol. 2 (of 2) Reminiscences of seventeen years in the service abroad and at home — Text and Context holds that same gentle patience, like a friend sharing old photographs without hurry.

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